Many Years Ago Poem by Max D. Hornbogen

Many years ago I sat here and cried my eyes out, but maybe there was a little confusion going on. Now I see it with only my two eyes, how was I suppose to know? . Did I even do anything at all (no I don’t think so) Well tell me everything that you know and maybe that their will be a chance, but many years ago I could have changed it all, but then life will just go on. Now take a photograph and hang it on a wall so you could see what’s really behind that frame. Maybe there was a time of truth then shortly after a while it was blinded by faith and burned all by hell. How could I have not tell anyone about the truth, but maybe I was afraid to tell. Or even try to look in their eyes for some eye to eye contact but I was always the one to look away. Did I ever tell you a story about miss understanding, she was the one that everyone didn’t quite liked so much. But she was the one to hold and had so many stories to tell. But many years ago I had some time on my own, but sometimes I would get weak in my knees that I could barley stand. So now tell me the stories that you have learned, then maybe someday I’ll grow up just like you. Now I still see your face going thru my head, and it will be there for a very long time. But now there is a lot of stories yet to be told and it will go on and on.

Max Hornbogen

Sept 21,2007